Cheyenne Elise Michaels

Something I find that a lot of people don't know about is role playing. I know almost everyone has heard of a RPG or something of the sort. It is simply writing, and "playing" as a character. You write responses with other people and in a way it is writing a book. Nothing is published, of course, it is simply for fun.

I have been working on one character for a certain forum, The Scarlet City. I find the plot very interesting, it includes werewolves and vampires, the pre-twilight sort. Click here to read the plot.

Anyway, to role play you must fill out an application for your character. I have created Cheyenne Elise to be my poor mortal stuck in the middle of this town. I am currently working on all of her history, personality, and everything that will make her who I want her to be. The following is her history. Jimmy is my friend, and when I had asked him for a possible name for Cheyenne's ex he wouldn't help, so I decided to stick him in there. (:

Cheyenne Elise Michaels was born and raised in Alpharetta, Georgia. Although she may not have gotten along very well with her parents, she did love them and they loved her. But now, Cheyenne wasn’t so sure how they were doing. Although as a child she dreamed of going to college and someday having an important job at the top of a company, yet to be named, when she graduated high school she blew off that dream.
Jimmy Li Zhou was both the reason Cheyenne had little contact with her parents, and he was also the reason she had given up her dream. It was one of those love-at-first-sight things. She had met him during her junior year in high school and couldn’t get over the initial feeling she got from being around him. After about three months of knowing each other they began to date, and within a year they were engaged. Neither of Cheyenne parents approved, and they made their opinions clear, but against their better judgment they allowed Cheyenne to continue seeing him. Although her parents tried to keep up a relationship with their daughter, it was made almost impossible when Cheyenne and Jimmy eloped.
Fargo, North Dakota became the newlyweds’ new home, and Cheyenne was overjoyed with her decision. There were a few regrets about leaving her friends and family behind, but they were all insignificant compared to the life she would have with her new husband. Things were going well for the couple, but the stress of married life was taking its toll on both of them.
Fargo, being a small town, offered a limited amount of employment. This, plus only having a high school diploma just added to the not-so-few problems of running off. With little income they were stuck in an old house, in two rooms. The rest of the house was occupied from the family they rented it from, but Cheyenne wasn’t complaining. She was married and out on her own, she had given up her dream and taken on a new one.
The first year of marriage for Cheyenne and Jimmy had both its up and downs, but one thing that was slowly becoming apparent was the fact that their love-at-first-sight wasn’t that. The feeling of lust can often be mistake for love, it is the reason so many childhood crushes develop into nothing more. But it was also the reason Cheyenne was married. It was the reason she didn’t speak to her parents anymore, and it was the reason she had given up on her schooling. And the lust mistaken for love faded even more, revealing the faults of their partner to both Cheyenne and Jimmy. So after two years of marriage a folder was laid down on the dinner table between the two, and both signed the papers ending their marriage.
Now the age of twenty-three Cheyenne Elise Michaels has moved to this city, a new start. She still doesn’t own her own home, but lives in a small apartment near the middle of the city. **

**I am still trying to end it.

Break the Writers Block

I have been suffering from writers block lately, and was actually inspired by this fact.

Break the Writers Block

Fog clouds my head,
And words leave my mind.
Nothing can be done,
Time changes nothing.
Ideas still don’t come.

Once I could write anything,
Inspired by everything.
Now each sentence drains me,
The pen is heavy in my hand.

Each word takes an hour,
Just to reach the page.
And yet this seems easy.
The fog begins to fade.

My writers block is broken.
Ink now covers this page.

Dreams

This is just a sonnet I wrote on dreams. I love to dream and I really liked writing this.

Dreams

Why do we dream when the stars are outside?
Is it to escape from our normal lives?
We sleep, casting reality aside
And for eight hours our dream world arrives.

Dreaming can let you live your fantasy
And open doors to places once unknown.
With your head on your pillow, sleep easy
And retreat to a world all of your own.

Explore all of life’s possibilities
Without leaving the comfort of your bed.
Sleep free of your responsibilities,
And let peace and happiness fill your head.

Dream and let the stars be your guiding light.
Yes dream, and rest peacefully through the night.

Writer's Block . . .

Has taken over. The following is a product of my mind, cloudy and masked, trying to break through the fog that is making writing, what I love to do, so hard.

Random things fill my mind,
Taking up space and time.
Nobody knows just how I think.
I wish, I dream, and then
I write.

I have decided to develop this more, when I first wrote this I felt like it was perfect. But now, looking back, I feel like I had written so much more. I don't know if I may have just forgotten what I had written, but I don't feel the same about it. Hopefully redoing this or revisiting my ideas for this will allow me to write freely again.

Unnamed Work 2

When my friend heard this she turned it into a song.

Unnamed Work 2

You will never know what I want to tell you . . .
You will never know how I feel about you . . .
You will never know what I think about you . . .

Because

I will never tell you what I want to tell you . . .
I will never tell you how I feel about you . . .
I will never tell you what I think about you . . .


I will never let you know everything I want you to know,
Untill I know how you feel about me,
You will never know.

Unnamed Work 1

Something I wrote in biology class. Inspired by random pencil drawings on the desk and a mouse (in pen) drawn on my paper.

Unnamed Work 1

Unafraid of making a mistake

Or of what others might think.

The true artist draws in pen.

One line near the corner

And another and another.

The true artist draws in pen.

Unerasable. Immortal.

Never will it be gone.

The true artist draws in pen.

About Me

On December 22, 1993 I was born. My parents had planned for me to come a month later, which explains why the ring I got when I was born bears the birth stone Garnet. I had stopped growing while in my mother's stomach, so there was no other choice than to perform a c-section. Everything went fine, but as a precaution I was kept at the hospital and extra three days. Looking back at the video of my first time home, I think it worked out more than I imagine a good homecoming to be. It was snowing on Christmas Eve, my first Christmas and my first snow. But not everything went as smoothly, my name had yet to be chosen. For lack of anything better, neither of my parents could agree, I became just another Jessica. I have grown to like my name, although I think my mom's choice, Wynter, would have better suited me.

I grew normally, occasionally I would receive a scrapped knee or two from playing outside, but who didn't? When I turned four, however, I took my first trip to the emergency room. My dog had bitten me, but I deserved it, I knew it. I recovered quickly after receiving a couple stitches and after a year or so my dog and I became almost inseparable. I went through preschool as an outgoing child, made easier by my best friend who ended up in my class. But when pre-k came along we were separated, he had punched me in the stomach, and the teacher said it would be best to attend separate schools the next year. Looking back I was amazed that I had cried instead of retaliating.

I received straight A's up until third grade, not a hard task; then began to receive some B's. It was in third grade that I was placed in TAG, and therefore the reason I am writing this today.

Throughout my elementary and middle school life I became more secluded, keeping more to myself. Making friend became harder for me, not because I didn't want them but because I had become so acustom to the friends I had. I didn't feel I needed anymore, but with more schools coming together and others splitting off I knew less and less people.

Sixth grade was a nightmare for that reason, I counted and with all of my classes combined I knew only five people. I had already formed a shell around myself, and I wasn't going to change now. I met a few people, very few, who I slowly began to talk more to. Of course they had spoken to me first. Seventh grade went so much better, and the few people I had met in sixth introduced me to their friends, and those friend became my best friends. Eighth grade went by smoothly, but I didn't meet many new people. I was back in my shell, but the bonds I had made the previous year grew stronger.
And now, I am a freshman in Chattahoochee. I'm still in my shell, and I am trying to break out. I love to read, which lead to writing, which is only one of the many reasons I am taking this seminar. I also love to role play, love music, and working on getting straight A's this semester.